RRN Lyrics
(Bye-bye)
Never Too Different
Roughneck with the blunt breath
I just took a blood test and they said I got no love left
Left read like a drunk text
Hide the bottle in the nightgown
Made the crown [?] wanna cross-dress
Grew up in a godless complex but we progress to a god complex
Jumpin’ on the street like it’s hopscotch, fresh off Scotch
And my breath criss-cross, cig box in my breast pocket
God bless
Big lungs, step in the crib and cross-catch ’cause the kids all set, God bless
Tip top tech ’cause I’m rich off web, I’m the Internet’s best, God bless
Pocket might blow, ’cause the money got folds like Rick Ross’ neck
Pocket might blow, ’cause I’m— pocket might blow, ’cause I’m—
Rick Ross, rat race, wrist on frappé
Ice like I’m tryna make a black-blue bruise break
Ice like nice watch, ice like icy hot
Hot, but she only bust it over for the ice, that’s an icebox
Box with a pinebox like it’s Kill Bill
Pop pills full of mindrot, brainrot
Heavy artillery ’til my brain top (Uh)
With so many damn hair triggers that’ll drain clog
I’m in no man’s land, but I still play ball
I can make a grandstand, kinda like baseball
Black pant, black shirt, lookin’ like an 8-ball
If I go to war, treat the bullets like they paintballs
I’ll be at the top of the tank in a tank-top
T put his tongue on a 20k tab
Good job, made a rimjob at a bank job
Good job, made a rimjob at a bank job
Face off like it’s bath salt, see the face all
Blue box pulling out a bernie like Madoff
Blue box pulling out a bernie like Sanders
Sick brain, hope it ain’t cancer
Show the great manners
Protege, I motivate, then roll away like campers
Where the fuck is Token? Answer
He be gettin’ head from a dear like Antlers
Roughneck with the blunt breath
I just took a blood test and they said I got no love left
Left read like a drunk text
Hide the bottle in the nightgown
Made the crown, [?] wanna cross-dress
Grew up in a godless complex but we progress to a god complex
Jumpin’ on the street like it’s hopscotch, fresh off Scotch
And my breath criss-cross, cig box in my breast pocket
God bless
Big lungs, step in the crib and cross-catch ’cause the kids all set, God bless
Tip top tech ’cause I’m rich off web, I’m the Internet’s best, God bless
Pocket might blow, ’cause the money got folds like Rick Ross’ neck
Pocket might blow, ’cause I’m— pocket might blow, ’cause I’m—
B-A-B-Y B-O-N-E
La-da-di-da, singin’ my life away
Used to siphon gas, lurkin’ through garbage cans
Felt like a possum, neighborhood robbin’
Nobody around me, stop me
I eat we eat, baby yeah, big toast, put it all on me
Baby, know what I want
Everything in the zone, I don’t go to the mall
Never leave my crib, only wash my balls when your bitch come through
I get respect ’cause I paid my dues
I’m breakin’ my neck if I’m aimin’ at you
Forty-five MAC-11s and an AR, too
Sick of this fuck boy, lookin’ at me ’cause none of these hoes are lookin’ at you
Yeah, break out my coffin, I’m feelin’ like Uma
Who would’ve thought I would get all this moola?
Stacking my bread, I’m feelin’ like Gucci
Double-O seven in an all-white hoop
Baby Bone and Token
Two silhouettes comin’ out the smoke and chain-smokin’
I’m a Florida boy, no West Coast
I’m a Florida boy ’til I’m croakin’
Roughneck with the blunt breath
I just took a blood test and they said I got no love left
Left read like a drunk text
Hide the bottle in the nightgown
Make the crown [?] wanna cross-dress
Grew up in a godless complex but we progress to a god complex
Jumpin’ on the street like it’s hopscotch, fresh off Scotch
And my breath criss-cross, cig box in my breast pocket
God bless
Big lungs, step in the crib and cross-catch ’cause the kids all set, God bless
Tip top tech ’cause I’m rich off web, I’m the Internet’s best, God bless
Pocket might blow, ’cause the money got folds like Rick Ross’ neck
Pocket might blow, ’cause I’m— pocket might blow, ’cause I’m—
